They sat, their thighs just barely touching, her head rested against his chest as her right hand gripped his left arm. His chin was lightly placed against her forehead and she could feel the warm breath from his nose on her face. His hands rubbed her back as he gently held her close to him. She could hear his heart steadily beating through his chest.
They sat, their thighs just barely touching, her head rested against his chest as her right hand gripped his left arm. His chin was lightly placed against her forehead and she could feel the warm breath from his nose on her face. His hands rubbed her b... romance stories
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First kiss

They sat, their thighs just barely touching, her head rested against his chest as her right hand gripped his left arm. His chin was lightly placed against her forehead and she could feel the warm breath from his nose on her face. His hands rubbed her back as he gently held her close to him. She could hear his heart steadily beating through his chest.

His cologne, soft yet manly, filled her nose with every shaky breath. His lips were so close, and they were all she could think about. She wanted nothing more than to grab him and place her lips on his, to feel their softness against hers, to taste his tongue with hers. Holding her breath she slowly moved her thigh closer to his, bringing it over his legs until it rested on his.

She felt the rough texture of his jeans brush against her naked thigh as her dress slid to reveal the majority of her leg. He removed one of his hands from her back and placed it on her knee. Her heart began to pound in her chest and she feared it would beat out of her chest entirely.

She gripped his upper arm as his fingers began to trail slowly up her thigh, with every touch her skin tingled and her breath began to quicken with her heart. She tried to focus on the smell of his cologne, trying to identify the undertones in every breath. It was musky, but not in an overbearing way, there was a hint of wood in its scent, was that sandalwood? Cedar?

Or was it—his hand gripped her face and her breath stopped. He pulled her face towards his until their lips brushed. He stopped, letting her feel the tenderness of his lips against hers, her breath still caught in her chest, her heart fluttering like a butterfly’s wings. They sat like that for what felt like hours, his lips just touching hers. The taste of his warm breath filled her tingling lips.

She drew in a staggered breath and she could feel his lips turn up as he smiled, she knew he enjoyed the way she melted against him. His hand moved to the back of her neck and he pulled her in, his lips finally taking hers. She had hungered for this moment as if she had been starving for weeks. His soft, thick lips led hers in a passionate dance.

He was rough, savoring every taste of her he could consume. His tongue brushed against hers, it was wet and sweet. She wanted more, she wanted so much more.

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